Under the intense radiance, the white gradually crumbled.
The deep purple sky seemed pierced by sharp light, creating a gaping hole.
Countless silver dust particles formed two tornados, surging and rolling throughout the space, like countless meteors penetrating everything.
Under tremendous pressure, sounds became increasingly faint until the white light bursting from both eyes completely covered everything.
The boundless earth was forcibly draped with a cicada-shell of silence.
Two beams of white light fiercely scorched the constantly healing ground. The speed of flesh regeneration couldn't keep up with the bizarre high temperature generated by that terrifying pressure.
At this point, everyone could only see the pure white colossus, supporting the pristine giant tree suspended in mid-air above its hands, as heavy chains slammed deep into the ground.
Waves of dazzling spirits seemed completely liberated.
They frantically escaped from the backflowing broken river, madly floating towards the shattered void in the sky.
...
Adventurer's Capital, Second Battle Line.
Albanie Saul paced back and forth in his room, biting his lip and frowning deeply, anxiously awaiting some news.
Soon, a military officer rushed into the room without even knocking, his legs trembling as he maintained his stance.
With pale face and quivering lips, the officer swallowed hard before hurriedly reporting:
"Y-Your Highness... urgent situation... you must... come see this..."
The Crown Prince glanced at the terrified officer before quickly walking out of the room, standing atop the high tower to look into the distance.
Soon, he understood the reason for the officer's fear.
The moment he looked towards the distance, he witnessed a scene that would be unforgettable in his lifetime.
The purple Monster Rift became increasingly unstable, constantly distorting and expanding.
A force seemed no longer containable, about to pour out from within.
Seeing this, the Crown Prince's expression became extremely grave, with sweat dripping from his forehead.
Could it be that some terrifying monster was about to emerge from this Monster Rift?
Perhaps that dragon that could fly without wings was about to appear?
He waved his hand behind him and shouted sternly, issuing commands:
"All troops, activate all firepower on the Second Battle Line, aim everything at the Monster Rift!"
"Ensure all firepower is concentrated on the rift immediately!"
Hearing the Crown Prince's resolute words, the officer felt like he'd received a shot of adrenaline, his previously shaking body now standing firm.
"Yes, sir!"
He turned around, preparing to go report, but just as he turned his back.
Suddenly, a towering white light exploded from behind, seeming to completely envelop the entire world.
The officer whirled around.
He witnessed the most unforgettable scene of his life.
Scattered silver dust floated slowly in mid-air, high-speed stars filled the entire Second Battle Line.
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The soaring white light seemed to cut through the Milky Way, countless spectral mists swirling above the entire city and across the land.
Strong dust storms rose hundreds of feet high, the sky grew dark as if covered by more clouds, plunging into yellow chaos.
The massive white mana completely transformed into misty waves shooting skyward, piercing through the dark clouds to create a hole letting through celestial light, as if trying to strike down the hidden sun.
The intense airwaves at high altitude continued exploding outward, seemingly beginning to shatter everything. The dark clouds became fragmented and were soon completely dispersed.
As the silver tree fell, the hundred-foot dust storms miraculously settled down steadily, piling up into towering dust hills.
The world illuminated by light seemed completely covered by crystalline raindrops.
Sunlight continuously refracted through the tear-like water droplets that appeared divine.
Columns of colorful light gradually flickered, like salvation born of despair before the apocalypse.
It was raining...
The soldiers standing on the front lines, feeling the cool raindrops hitting their skin, were somewhat dazed.
They widened their eyes and opened their mouths, but their throats couldn't produce a single sound.
Though shocked, they could only silently feel this power.
They could only quietly experience this incredibly magnificent scene.
The officer, watching the continuously falling raindrops, was naturally stunned as well, colors flickering in his eyes, unable to make even the slightest movement.
This power...
Like salvation descending from the divine.
Standing atop the high tower, the Crown Prince felt the heavy impacts of raindrops hitting his golden armor, his eyes trembling uncontrollably.
The rain completely soaked his silver-white hair, with crystalline water trails flowing down his chiseled features.
He slowly raised his head, letting more raindrops strike his face.
At this moment, his gaze became incredibly serene.
No matter who witnessed this scene reminiscent of a nuclear explosion, or even more shocking than that.
Their hearts would be left with only such serenity.
The huge Monster Rift's surroundings seemed completely smoothed out by the powerful impact.
Even the originally rugged rock walls had completely dissipated.
Only a purple rift remained, still continuously spewing forth undiminished white mana.
This was... power beyond human comprehension.
The Crown Prince fell silent.
He let the rain wet his face and flow down, making it impossible to distinguish between sweat and raindrops.
...
The massive arena had been completely consumed, with the terrain's invincibility time perfectly timed to end just as the battle concluded.
The rolling purple sky had also now completely vanished without a trace.
The adventurers only felt a flash of intense white light before everything around them changed.
If before, that surging landscape was like a canvas splattered with paint, then now...
It was like being covered by a completely bleached curtain, that deep purple forcibly erased.
As the white light gradually dispersed, blue sky appeared within the Monster Rift.
As if forcibly transformed, pure white clouds drifted across the azure sky.
Crystalline raindrops similarly fell slowly upon this land, and where they touched the ground, new life would quickly sprout.
Seedlings broke through the earth, and with the falling rain, the saplings grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after spring rain.
Soon, they would suddenly grow into massive towering trees.
Sunlight penetrated through the cloud layer, illuminating this newly revived land, like rays of holy light slowly scattering in mercy.
Seeing this scene that could no longer be explained by common sense, the adventurers uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.
They each stretched out a hand, feeling the pouring rain.
Feeling this world after endless mana had dissipated.
Could it really rain... in the Abyss?
The three giant beasts surrounding Viktor gradually dispersed under the sunlight, turning into fragments of mana that disappeared in the air.
After most of their bodies vanished, the cores of the two Calamities returned to Viktor's coat.
That terrifying void creature seemed very afraid of this clear sunlight, hurriedly dragging its severely wounded body through the void portal before slamming the door shut.
The entire world finally became incredibly quiet.
Doragon's massive body lay collapsed on the ground, the white scales on its body losing their sanctity and returning to deep darkness.
Those black scales had now become completely broken, with many scales already cracked in half.
The giant dragon lay on the earth, its body slowly rising and falling, barely alive.
That final transcendent spell had emptied Doragon's last health bar.
Of course, it had also emptied Viktor's mana bar.
Viktor coldly stood before its dragon head, looking at the previously domineering Wind Calamity.
[Viktor Kravina] lv43→lv45
HP: 23000/23000
MP: 20/9999999
Defeating the Wind Calamity gave Viktor an enormous amount of experience, causing his experience to instantly surge up two levels.
For players like Viktor who defeat bosses above their level, the game provides very substantial experience rewards.
This time, Viktor had tried something different.
Unlike his battles with the Fire and Wood Calamities, he barely used any special techniques.
He only used some positioning and movement skills to dodge Doragon's attacks.
What truly defeated Doragon was the terrain surrounding it that trapped it.
And the transcendent spell that was charged up over an entire day of preparation time.
In the game, this specifically refers to those powerful skills that have already exceeded their tier.
Its power was no longer limited to just the damage itself.
It had even transcended the category of magic.
No matter how powerful a mage might be, it would be impossible to cast such terrifying magic alone.
Any powerful transcendent spell requires the combination of many powerful war magics.
Moreover, it's not just simple combination.
Those nuclear bomb-like war magics must not be released prematurely, and the synchronization rate of the magic must be consistent.
This was a very difficult thing.
It required mana support, and at the same time, extreme operation.
Fortunately, Viktor had both.
With Vega's power, plus his micro-control and unparalleled familiarity with skills.
This was what allowed him to perfectly synchronize multiple war magics alone.
Although by the end, even the mana provided by Vega was completely depleted.
This incredibly powerful transcendent spell should be used as little as possible in the future.
When fighting, it's still better to normally cast a few war magics - though the power isn't as great, it saves time and energy.
Meanwhile, Doragon, having lost its last health bar, had its body gradually dissipate into wind.
The white airflow suddenly burst open, stirring up one final gale.
After its body completely dispersed, the storm gradually subsided.
Calamities don't die - even in this state, they merely exist in another form in the world.
Given time, it would still revive in some place where storms are strong.
As Doragon disappeared.
A sphere of pure white energy gradually floated in the air.
That was the source core of the Wind Calamity - Doragon.
Viktor reached out his hand, and the Wind Calamity's core seemed to float towards him consciously.
Then, it attached itself to Viktor's coat.
At this point, he had obtained three Calamity source cores.
With a whoosh, the previously pitch-black coat now turned white.
That cloud-white color draped over Viktor made him look like a mysterious messenger from the high heavens.
Looking at the coat on his body, Viktor's expression remained natural as he muttered flatly:
"Compared to white, I still prefer black."
Soon, that cloud-white color gradually settled, covered again by ink-black.
Viktor narrowed his eyes at where the Wind Calamity had disappeared.
A girl with golden hair lay quietly on the ground.
Her eyes tightly closed, very peaceful, like a noble princess from a fairy tale who had been sleeping, waiting for a prince to awaken her.